Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
L'aura del campo 'é a lua, é a lua, na quintana dos mortos' ♣ Federico García Lorca ♣ L'aura del campo. A breeze in the meadow. So it began the last day of Spring, 2005; on the 16th day of the month of Light of the year 162. This is a supplement to my daily journal written to a friend, my muse; notes I do not share. Here I will share what the breeze has whispered to me. PLEASE LEAVE COMMENTS! I LV COMMENTS! On a practical note, in answer to your questions: IN MEMORIUM VerySara passed away November 12, 2005 Please visit her port to read her poems and her writings. More suggested links: These pictures rotate. Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop, The Fish |
Cow's-eye Did I say something wrong. Did I do something wrong. It didn't matter; I was wrong and your anger lashed out. You refused to speak to me, and your punishment was cruel. Your heart's difference froze me, left me speechless. I couldn't move. Now you stare through me, stone-faced, your lack-of-innocence interrupted, your bow cocked, me acquiescent to be dissected by your arrow. © Kåre Enga (15.juin.2017) [136] /30:14.1/ Note: about the title... I could've used "Bull's-eye" and still might, but I wanted something a bit more unusual. It isn't meant to be pejorative... and it concerns me that it might be taken that way, especially since we live in uber-sensitive times where everything said is suspect and giving a negative meaning. Think "big beautiful cow's eyes..." |